The World of Yellow Sky

Chapter 688 Yizhou
"The sky is dead, Huang Tian stands!"

"When the year is in Jiazi, the world is prosperous!"

In Berkshire, under the city of Anhan, the wind was howling, crowds were crowded, and countless yellow scarves fluttered wantonly in the wind.

Zhao Zhi was wearing a yellow scarf around his head, black iron armor, and a khaki war robe. He stood on the stand on the mound of the west city with a big horse and a golden sword.

On the mound, a group of yellow scarf warriors wearing leather armor and holding long spears surrounded Zhao Zhi, guarding the crude stand.

On the stands, besides Zhao Yi and other generals of the Yizhou Yellow Turban Army who were dressed similarly, there were also several Yinglang Wei Tiqi who were wearing eagle wolf uniforms, armor, and arm armor.

They are Tiqi who sneaked into Shu from Guanzhong all the way, and they are also military instructors carefully selected by Xu An for the Yizhou Yellow Turban Army.

These Yinglangwei Tiqi who were sent to Yizhou as military instructors were, without exception, veterans who had experienced the battles in the Taihang Mountains. They were not only extremely loyal to the Taiping Road, but also very familiar with the way of fighting in the mountains.

Most of the Yizhou Yellow Turban Army are ordinary farmers and villagers. Even Zhao Zhi and other generals who have experienced cruel battles actually have limited experience.

They lead an army of tens of thousands, but it is difficult to display much combat power.

In the past, more than [-] people were gathered under Ma Xiang's command, and they sent troops to break Ba County and kill the Zhao Department, the governor of the county. The momentum was extremely large, but in the end, after the elites arrived in Yizhou, Jia Long led them, and they still easily defeated the Yizhou Yellow Turban military.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The high-spirited war drum sounded from the low platform under the mound.

"Go on!"

Zhao Zhi looked at the vast Anhan City in the distance, with cold eyes, and issued a military order in a cold voice.

The strong wind blows and makes the flag fly.

Around the mound, a large number of soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army wore simple civilian clothes, grayed yellow scarves on their heads, and held wooden guns and stone spears.

They lined up in a square formation, they stood close together, and their eyes were fixed on the platform not far away, waiting for the military order to be issued.

Outside the city of Anhan, there are crowds of people, and the mountains and plains are full of yellow scarves.

The flags are waving and the drums are beating like thunder.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The drummers in the Yellow Turban Army seemed to never know how to get tired. The sound of the war drums never stopped, from early morning to afternoon.

Once the military order is issued, thousands of troops will move immediately.

"call out------"

There was a sharp sound, and it spread throughout the entire Yizhou Yellow Turban Army formation in an instant.

The Yizhou Yellow Turban Army came forward, saw the waving banner, and the former general who had received the order also raised his spear high at this moment.

"Dashun heaven and earth, without losing money, achieve peace, auspiciousness and prosperity!"

"Comrades, move forward!"

The leader of the front line of the Yizhou Yellow Turban Army raised his spear high and roared hoarsely.

"Wan Sheng!!!"

What responded to him was the roar from the throats of countless ragged and skinny Yizhou Yellow Turban soldiers.

Even if the weapons in their hands are just a bamboo spear, a pair of farm tools, and they are only wearing a single piece of clothing, or they are bare-chested, but they are still not afraid. They roared to the sky and followed them without hesitation. The generals swarmed towards the tall Anhan City ahead.

The people are not afraid of death, so why should they be afraid of death.

They don't have much left to lose. Facts have proved that even if they bow their knees, even if they beg hard, those powerful and powerful families will not soften their hearts in the slightest.

It is to persecute their families until their families are ruined, to persecute them until they have nowhere to go, and to persecute them until they can only be slaves and handmaids for generations before they are willing to give up.

The powerful family, the delicious food among the noble families can't finish it, they would rather let it rot and stink than give them a little bit.

Commoner people like them are hungry and cold, and have no place to stand, but those corrupt officials still want to snatch the remaining food and the remaining money from them.

Counting tax, oral tax, land tax, and various corvees are all borne by the common people like them, and the powerful family enjoys the benefits without giving up!

Weaving accusations, colluding with the government, wanting to embezzle their land and houses, trying to do everything possible, but also to make them slaves and handmaids, and put them in a place where they cannot be saved before they are willing to give up.

Being exposed to the scorching sun until the skin was torn and the flesh was torn, working all day, day after day, year after year, without daring to neglect in the slightest, after hard work, it was hard to find even enough food.

"Dashun heaven and earth, without losing money, achieve peace, auspiciousness and prosperity!"

"Wan Sheng!!!"

Countless yellow turban soldiers gathered into a khaki wave, and rushed towards the solid city wall of Anhan City with overwhelming force.

Numerous ladders were set up, and one after another, sergeants with yellow scarves on their heads, wearing tattered round shields, and holding bamboo spears in their hands were struggling to climb upwards.

The general of the Han army on the city wall brandished the ring sword and shouted angrily at the soldiers to fight back.

The sergeants of the Han army on Anhan City kept pouring out the feather arrows in their hands, and the rolling wood and stones were thrown from the city wall one by one, and then fell to the city with the wailing sound of the sergeants of the Yellow Turban Army.

A large number of city guards were transported from the city all the way to the city wall by conscripted civilian men.

Looking down from the clouds in the sky, the dense khaki-colored ants almost covered the entire city of Anhan.

On Anhan City, the banner of the Han army was shaking constantly under the howling wind, struggling to support it, and it seemed that it might break at any time.

"Da da----"

The sound of horseshoes was getting closer and closer, and Zhao Zhi's mind was also attracted by it. When he saw the three small flags pinned to the backs of the soldiers who came on horseback, he almost stood up, but he still restrained his thoughts. The thought of getting up.

Zhao Zhi clenched his fists and stared at the soldiers who had stepped onto the stands to send orders.

At the critical moment, he even closed his eyes, he was afraid of hearing disappointing news.

"Report!"

"Lieutenant Fang Shen led the troops to defeat Guanghan City yesterday, March [-]rd!"

"The key is the county. The Yizhou soldiers in Berkshire broke out. According to the agreement we reached at the beginning, Ren Xian has already captured Jiangzhou. Now most of Berkshire has been controlled by Ren Xian."

"it is good!"

Zhao Zhi suddenly stood up, clenched his fists, and swung forcefully at the void.

"Good! Good! Good!"

Zhao Zhi said three good words in succession, but three good words in succession were still not enough to calm down his excited mood a little.

"Huang Tian bless you!"

Standing on the stands, Zhao Zhi couldn't help but look up to the sky and laugh.

He laughed so freely and unscrupulously that he even cried tears.

At the end of the laugh, the laughter turned into a sob.

Zhao Zhi sat back on the chair decadently. He sat bent over the chair, covering his face with his hands.

"Brother..."

Zhao Zhi's voice was not loud, but it was extremely firm.

"This time we will definitely win!"

"Order the three armies to attack Anhan City without rest today. Fang Shen has taken Guanghan, and we must not fall behind!"

Zhao Yi turned his head to look at Qianhu who was wearing a red wolf suit beside him.

"Qian Qianhu, this battle is up to you. Only by taking the cities of Guanghan and Anhan, and the fall of Jiangzhou, can the Yizhou army go south."

Qian Wu solemnly saluted Zhao Zhi.

"The great virtuous teacher sent us to the south to help. We are sent by the general. Since we are fellows, you don't have to be so polite."

"General Zhao has taught the elite trilogy to his subordinates for more than three months, and he will definitely not disappoint the general."

Qian Wu bowed again and bid farewell to Zhao Zhi.

The flag waved and the whistle sounded again.

Under the watchtower, an army wearing iron breastplates and thick leather armor slowly stepped out of the formation.

Unlike everyone else, the color of the spears in their hands is completely different from other armies.

Perhaps it is not appropriate to call it a long gun.

The weapons in the hands of this group of soldiers are long poles made of strong white wood. Apart from the spear point, they are also equipped with a hook with a blade.

When fighting, the hook can be cut and pulled, which is a bit like the hook gun of later generations.

They also wear short knives around their waists that are a few inches shorter than the Huan Shou Knife, which is convenient for close combat.

Therefore, this army is also called "white pole soldiers".

This name is Xu An's settled name, and the clothes worn by this army are mainly yellow and white.

Qian Wu lightly waved the white spear in his hand. Although he didn't know why Xu An had never been to Yizhou, he knew that there is a kind of white wood in Yizhou, and if that kind of wood is used as a long spear, it is the best good material.

"White soldiers..."

Qian Wu talked about the name Xu An chose. For some reason, he always felt that this ordinary name seemed to carry many years of history.

"Since the pole is made of white wood, let's call it a white pole..."

That's what Xu An said at the beginning, but Qian Wu obviously felt that Xu An had other intentions in choosing this name.

Because when the name Baiganbing was first decided, Qian Wu obviously noticed Xu An's expression of reminiscence.

"Dashun heaven and earth, without losing money, achieve peace, auspiciousness and prosperity!"

Just when Qian Wu recalled what happened before Xu An sent him to Yizhou, he shouted again, pulling him back to the present world.

The flags were flying, and the eyes of the two thousand white soldiers were all focused on Qian Wu.

Qian Wu led the horse forward slowly, and the sun fell on the ground without hindrance, shining on his body, making him feel warm.

A smile appeared on the corner of Qian Wu's mouth, and his gaze stayed on the wall of Anhan City not far away.

Anham?Guanghan?
The world of this big man is ruled by those greedy, shameful and despicable people, how can it be stable?

Qian Wu didn't say anything to boost Hua's morale, his complexion suddenly changed, the white gun in his hand suddenly pointed forward, and shouted sharply.

"kill!"

"kill!!"

The two thousand white-armed soldiers all spoke together and roared.

They raised their spears, shouldered their shields, and followed Qian Wu to sweep away in the direction of An Han City.

The iron armor is clanging, the swords and guns are like a forest, and the turbulence is like a tide!

……

In the fourth year of Chuping (193), March [-]

Berkshire, Jiangzhou.

Ren Xianduan sat in the government office of Jiangzhou City, listening to the report of the orderly soldiers.

When the Yellow Turban Army found him and wanted to cooperate, he was still a little bit astonished at the time, and even thought that he was a liar who had lost his mind and wanted to deceive him.

After all, his elder brother Ren Qi was also involved in the destruction of the Yizhou Yellow Turban Army.

Ren Xian is also very clear about the reason why the Yizhou Yellow Turban Army started the uprising. The exorbitant taxes and miscellaneous taxes collected in Yizhou are far better than those in other states and counties.

The sky in Yizhou is high, the emperor is far away, the road is difficult, and the local clan power is deeply rooted. All the officials and soldiers are not all the minions of their powerful Yizhou family.

Taxes, goods, naturally want to collect as much as they want.

The Yizhou Yellow Turban Army seemed to be desperate because of Liu Yan's continuous encirclement and suppression, and wanted to make a last-ditch effort, so they sent people all the way to find their Ren family.

Ren Xian waved his hand and turned away the messengers who came to report.

There was also a smile on his face. It seemed that the remaining Yellow Turban soldiers in Yizhou were indeed persecuted too much by Liu Yan.

Although he has not completely believed what the Yizhou Yellow Turban Army said, he has let go of a lot of vigilance.

"These fools are really naive."

Ren Xian sneered.

"They really thought that if they helped us defeat Liu Yan, they would have a way out."

Ren Xian glanced at the city on the map with disdain.

The Yizhou Yellow Turban Army captured the two cities of Guanghan and Anhan, which will inevitably attract Liu Yan's attention. At that time, Yizhou soldiers will definitely come to Berkshire to suppress the rebellion.

Ren Xian's attention was diverted from the two cities of Guanghan and Anhan.

Although the Yizhou Yellow Turban Army was able to conquer the two cities of Guanghan and Anhan this time, which brought him some surprises, it was only a surprise after all.

In his view, the Yizhou Yellow Turban Army is just dying, without much value, and they all regard them as dead people.

However, there are still some functions more or less, which can be used as their cannon fodder and pawns.

Even if they are the last ones to win, these people who are no longer "thieves" must not stay.

They dare to resist, dare to kill officials and rebel, even if they have a way to survive now, if things don't go well, they will definitely take up arms again and take up weapons to resist.

Given such a threat, why keep them?
"Order Li Yi to lead the troops south to attack Jianwei County, and send a letter to the few families that Jianwei has made good friends with us, and ask them to share some of their wealth. Don't be as timid and reluctant as last time!"

Ren Xian's eyes were full of murderous intent. Before when everyone attacked Liu Yan, the Ren family and the Jia family made great efforts. The rest of the families dared not move lightly because they were afraid of Liu Yan's Dongzhou soldiers.

So much so that they were defeated in the end, and his elder brothers Ren Qi and Jia Long were both killed by Liu Yan.

The Ren clan suffered a heavy blow because of this, and paid a high price to preserve the clan.

Ren Xian clasped his hands tightly, with a fierce look in his eyes.

This time, if someone wavered on both sides and refused to contribute, he would take them to sacrifice the flag first!

They have already lost once, and they have no capital to lose again.

Ren's didn't, Jia's didn't, and Ren Xian didn't.

(End of this chapter)